Humans are landscapes - each landscape represents an internal scenario in the neverending game between inside and outside. I stage the parallelism between nature and man.
The air is suspended and rarefied.
The protagonists are alone, their emotions suffocate in the impossibility of expressing themselves.
These photographs tell of the wait, the loneliness, the missed opportunity to share a secret.
Everything lays still as there is not a thread of wind. Humans and landscapes both caught by a strangled torment that has no voice to make itself known.
In their world there is no redemption and there is no love that will come to save. There is comfort in knowing that beauty raises its song in acceptance of truth about oneself in front of the void of a country church in the middle of the night.
The end of the world is their ransom. Within the pain of the species they no longer feel alone.